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Little Gold Cup
(European Ryder Cup Captain Bernhard Langer is in supremely confident mood.
He has written this version of "Little Brown Jug" in preparation for the opening ceremony, where he will sing it to United States Captain Hal Sutton.)
Original music and lyrics by Joseph Eastburn Winner
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So Hal and I have picked our men,
To play for the Ryder Cup again.
The US think they can pull through,
But then they thought that last time too!
Ha, ha, ha, Hal and me,
Little gold cup, don’t I love thee!
Ha, ha, ha, Hal and me,
Little gold cup, don’t I love thee!
When we go playing over there,
I’ll take the Ryder Cup, it’s only fair;
Let them see it, poor little dears,
Then bring it home for two more years.
Ha, ha, ha, Hal and me,
Little gold cup, don’t I love thee!
Ha, ha, ha, Hal and me,
Little gold cup, don’t I love thee!
Hal’s got Tiger, Davis, Chad,
Jim and Kenny, Jay’s not bad,
Chris and David, Stewart too,
Phil and Fred, Chris version two.
Ha, ha, ha, Hal and me,
Little gold cup, don’t I love thee!
Ha, ha, ha, Hal and me,
Little gold cup, don’t I love thee!
I’ve got Padraig, Paul and Luke,
Sergio, Darren, Ian’s no fluke,
Thomas, David, Miguel and Lee,
Paul and Colin, lucky old me!
Ha, ha, ha, Hal and me,
Little gold cup, don’t I love thee!
Ha, ha, ha, Hal and me,
Little gold cup, don’t I love thee!
We’re going to play at Oakland Hills,
And give the public lots of thrills.
Hal’s got home advantage, true,
But Bernhard’s team will see us through.
Ha, ha, ha, Hal and me,
Little gold cup, don’t I love thee!
Ha, ha, ha, Hal and me,
Little gold cup, don’t I love thee!
Hal’s got the stars, but not a team,
My boys play foursomes like a dream,
In fourball they may have more luck,
Might even get to break their duck!
Ha, ha, ha, Hal and me,
Little gold cup, don’t I love thee!
Ha, ha, ha, Hal and me,
Little gold cup, don’t I love thee!
Fred’s 48 and Jay 2 more,
That sure ain’t going to help their score.
Jim is injured, Tiger can’t drive,
Don’t know how Hal keeps hope alive.
Ha, ha, ha, Hal and me,
Little gold cup, don’t I love thee!
Ha, ha, ha, Hal and me,
Little gold cup, don’t I love thee!
The Cup is ours, I’m sorry Hal,
In other times you’d be my pal.
So we’ll beat you, I’m sure of that,
And if not, well, I’ll eat my hat!
Ha, ha, ha, Hal and me,
Little gold cup, don’t I love thee!
Ha, ha, ha, Hal and me,
Little gold cup, don’t I love thee!
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